CHAPTER 19
H U N T E R'S D U N G E O N
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[ 11:00 AM ]
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D A N I E L'S P O V
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I place both hands on the cold metal door as I keep staring. The door has already been locked, and I don't have any business staring at it now. I am thankful that they have no interest in me for now, and all I can do is find some time to have a good rest, wake up tomorrow, and think of how I am going to get out here. Dana must be so worried about me, and I cant put her through this torture for long. I wonder what she is probably doing at this time, and how she is coping. . .
I turn away from the door, finally after staring at it for so long. I stood there facing the blank door for what felt like several minutes, doing nothing.
